The Billionaire's Surrogate Wife Novels & Stories

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!

“Mr Valesca, pleasure to have you here sir. May we speak in my office?“ Oh, now I see why he acted like he owned the place. The Valescas are the wealthiest family in Manhattan, if not the whole of new York. They've been for generations and I doubt that is going anywhere. I huff, casting a pitiful glance at the receptionist who's wiping away a few tears that have managed to escape from the encounter. As I'm about to get into my blue beat down Toyota Corolla, a voice whispers in my mind 'Liora, this is your chance. The billionaire needs a surrogate. Go now and get that money.' My hand freezes on the door handle. Yes. This could be my chance. He's desperate, I'm desperate. This would work out p

“Hello? I’m completely lost here, Trinity.” She scooted closer to me, with a dead serious expression on her face. “You are newly pregnant. And there is a billionaire who wants a surrogate, to carry his baby. The money, benefits and allowances he is willing to pay the woman who will do that is enough to make her a filthy rich millionaire for life.” She placed a hand on my thigh. “You can be the surrogate. I will make the paperwork convincing. That baby you want to abort, will become his. And you instantly become rich.” I stared speechlessly.

If she was, she wouldn't be sitting down here laughing at his not-so-funny jokes. “He’s not my husband, we are not married.” “But you live together.” Damon seemed confused. “Yes, and that's because we're bonded by a contract. It's a long story.” Manny tried waving the conversation away, narrating how she got pregnant for the arrogant billionaire wasn't the one she liked to tell. “I’m all ears, I've got time.” There was no point in convincing Damon about it, he was persistent in wanting to hear the whole story. “So you got pregnant for him by mistake? how?” He asked for the hundredth time, sounding like it was an impossible error.

Now she was on a secret phone call, whispering about a billionaire, surrogacy, and something that sounded dangerously close to captivity. Ava played the message again. “I’m being held in his estate. I’m pregnant. I signed a surrogacy contract but it’s a lie. Naomi’s here too. Alive, but barely. I need help.” Ava exhaled sharply, pulled up a browser, and typed: Dominic Voss. The search yielded what she expected: clean press, billion-dollar companies, smiling photos in Armani suits. But she knew how that worked. The glossier the image, the filthier the cover-up.

I asked him, already getting angry. But then he chuckled lightly and stood up from his seat. He walked up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Because this man, this billionaire who you so much want to be a surrogate for, is not who he seems. He’s a very dangerous person and there’s more to it than that. But I can’t say,” he said.

When she crawled into bed with him, he’d thought she was trying to seduce him, but he could smell the wine on her breath. Arthur intended to just sleep that night and he’d deal with it in the morning, but then Caleb had caught her scent and had overrode all of his rational thought. He’d had just one singular urge: to claim her. And he had. One night stands weren’t foreign to him, but something had made him follow her in the morning and after listening to the fight she’d had with her fiance, he knew that her dreams aligned with his. He’d had the idea for a surrogate almost immediately, but he had know idea how he was going to get her to agree. She didn’t seem like the type that would be swaye

The moment I stepped inside, the familiar heaviness settled immediately inside my chest again. Everything was already prepared. The dining table looked expensive enough to belong in a magazine. Candles. Crystal glasses. Luxury arranged so perfectly it almost looked fake. Vivian noticed me first. “Well,” she smiled lightly, “our surrogate finally arrived.” The word hit exactly the way she intended it to. Surrogate. Not Celyne. Never Celyne. I forced a small smile. “You wanted to see me,” I replied calmly. “So I’m here.” “Easy, surrogate Celyne,” Vivian chuckled softly. “We simply want to know how you’re holding up with our baby.”

“You helped him. His family’s company went bankrupt and just found a way to help him since he was your husband! Isn’t that the duty of being a married couple?” I frustratedly glanced at her. “I do. I know that. I helped him, alright, but Archer didn’t know I became a surrogate mother just because I wanted to help him!” Janice gave me a soft smile. She knows how I feel. Janice is the only person who knows what I’ve done. I was hired to become a surrogate mother for someone I met. She’s married and had trouble producing a child so I was hired by her. Being a surrogate isn’t easy. Yet, I survived. Gianna hired me because she needs my help, and so do I. I was in a dire need of money so it was a